This story is a work of fact and not a figment of my sexual imagination. My second, and longest, time with a guy happened at university when I was twenty-one. And it happened with a guy I’d known for two years! His name was Mike and he was a good looking guy with an athletic build and blond, curly hair. All the girls wanted him but he wasn’t interested in them, which the rest of us guys found strange. We wanted to fuck the girls he didn’t want! One night Mike and I had been out for a good drinking session with friends and we were both quite ‘merry’ due to the influence of the demon alcohol. I had planned to stay with him in his room in the student apartments where he lived and when we got back to his place we were highly spirited and laughing at nothing as drunks do. After a quick snack it was time for bed and as he had only a double bed, rather than sleep on the floor, in my drunken state I told him I wanted the bed. He argued and said it was his bed so if I insisted then we would have to share. I giggled an “Okay.” I didn’t mean it in a gay way just that I didn’t want to sleep on the floor. He smiled and I started stripping off. I took off my shirt and socks and, naked from the waist up, I began pulling my trousers down. Mike started playfully pushing me to unbalance me and with isvecbahis my trousers around my knees, he pushed me hard I fell backwards onto the edge of the bed, legs over the side. With my trousers around my ankles, I grabbed him and he fell on top of me. As we playfully struggled, he put his hand on my crotch over my underpants and squeezed and said sometime like “nice package” and laughed, or rather giggled. I thought nothing of it, and sniggered away. I pushed Mike off and started to take off my underpants and my semi-hard cock sprang out. Our ‘fight’ had plainly turned me on! He was still sitting on the floor from our ‘fight’ and his hand sprung out and flicked my cock end as I turned to get into bed. As I paused to pull back the covers, he reached out and smacked my arse. As I got into bed, my cock had been filled with more blood so it was fully hard. But as my back was turned to Mike, he didn’t see it. Mike then stood up and turned his back to me and removed all his clothes. Once he had done so he got into bed backwards without turning to face me so that I couldn’t see his cock. So there I was in bed with an adult male for the first time in more than four years and we were both naked, but intoxicated as well. As we lay there, back to back, our bare asses touched which isveçbahis giriş kept my cock hard. After a ‘goodnight’ and Mike switching off the bedside lamp, I fell off to sleep. I woke up later during the night needing a piss. So I went to the toilet and did what I had to do. As I finished I thought of Mike grabbing, flicking and smacking me and my cock started tingling and pulsing and growing hard. Thinking I was safe and that Mike was asleep (and it was dark) I went back in the room sporting my hard-on pointing the way, only to see Mike lying in bed looking at me in the gloomy night light of his bedside clock. As our eyes met he smiled at me and I blushed. I slid into bed facing away from Mike. But within seconds I felt his hand on my hip, then sliding down to my inner thigh. Then he moved his hand further around to cradle my balls for a few seconds before finally moving it up and held my cock. I froze at first, not quite knowing what to do or what Mike wanted me to do. Frozen in anticipation maybe. Frozen to allow him to do his searching. Frozen in delight. After squeezing my rock-solid pole for a short while he started slowly, and gently, stroking my cock shaft. I rolled onto my back and placed my arm under his head on the pillow, whilst he continued to stroke me. Up and isveçbahis yeni giriş down, slowly, he pumped my cock; so slowly, this eroticism was making me even harder. He was on his side and I felt his hard cock rubbing against my hip so I reached down and took his cock in my hand. It was bigger than mine, but not by much. I started stroking him, wanting to reciprocate the pleasure he was giving me. It felt so hot and horny to have someone else masturbating me, and I enjoyed feeling his hard cock in my palm. As he caressed my meat he pulled the foreskin back and forth, slipping it over my cock head, then exposing it. Oh, I was in heaven feeling another guy doing this to me. After a short time of slow play, he started speeding up. Faster and harder and faster. In lots of ways this was very similar to my first male experience with Herb a few years earlier, but this time I was more relaxed, more experienced and I was hungry for male sexual company. So I wanted it without any fear or worry. A simple but effective masturbation ensued. Mike’s hand wrapped around my cock shaft with an up and down motion on its length. My foreskin slipping to and fro over my smooth but slimy cock head, streaming pre-cum, oozing out. Up and down, faster, slower, harder, softer. As he wanked me, I continued to jerk him. We both kept up a steady rhythm. Sensing I was close to cumming by my erratic breathing and moans, Mike pulled the covers off us both so that the spunk would fly over, and on, me and not be wasted on the covers.